Please Sink In Happiness

Here comes the assassin.

Ya Yinyue looked at the dagger without changing her face, and then just slowly raised her palm, the ice under her feet transformed into a sharp sword, and then flew towards the roof in the distance.

In less than ten seconds, there was a shrill scream.

"His Royal Highness Yinyue!"

"I'm fine, I'm used to it anyway," Ya Yinyue said lightly to Xinchuan Fenghuazi, "Find out the forces behind the assassins, and then root them out."

"Yes, Your Highness Yinyue!"

As Xinchuan Fenghuazi said, Ya Yinyue, as the next female emperor, is always in danger around her.

And Li Zijin, as a man under house arrest by Ya Yinyue, is also unable to escape this danger.

If you really run away without authorization, you may face the danger of being killed.

However, staying here without escaping is no different from a living corpse.

"Goodbye, Silver Moon."

Li Zijin saw Ya Yinyue riding a carriage and disappeared at the end of the street.

He tried to step out of the gate of the courtyard with his feet, but just as Li Zijin made his move, Tsubaki and Miki locked the iron gate together.

Touching the iron door with his hand, a reaction force pushed Li Zijin back, causing Li Zijin to blow ashes all over.

"elder brother!"

"Zi Jin!"

"My lord!"

The three women reacted almost at the same time and ran towards Li Zijin.

They helped Li Zijin stand up with their white hands. Li Zijin looked at the iron gate. Presumably, the ninjas had already applied Dongying's sealing technique in order to completely lock themselves.

Sneaking out from here is almost impossible.

Chapter 102 Li Zijin's inner calculation

After Ya Yinyue left, Li Zijin's life was still like stagnant water without the slightest turbulence.

All day and night all he could do was do nothing.

But these days, the voice of Wu Huazi in his mind is getting stronger and stronger.

-Only you can save me.

The voice sounded at times clear, at times intermittent, at times miserable, at times frantic.

Hearing her call, Li Zijin will instinctively walk towards Wuhuazi's room. Often Xinchuan Fenghuazi will sit beside Xinchuan Wuhuazi. The appearance of this pair of sisters looks so similar.

Whenever the encounter between the two sisters appeared in his mind, Li Zijin couldn't help feeling pity. He felt sorry for Fenghuazi's separation from her sister in childhood, and also felt sorry for Wuhuazi's sacrifice for her sister.

He really understands Wuhuazi's feelings as a sister. If he and Li Chuyue were on the same position at that time, Li Zijin thought that he would definitely make the exact same choice as Wuhuazi.

"Is Maikako the same as usual today?"

"Yes, husband."

When Xinchuan Fenghuazi saw Li Zijin enter the house, he immediately turned his face away, secretly covering up the fact that he had just cried.

"My concubine believes that His Royal Highness Yinyue will definitely save my sister, so all the hardships are over, and then I just need to wait for happiness."

"Feng Huazi, do you really think so?"

"Of course, Her Royal Highness Yinyue is omnipotent."

The two sat together, staring at each other silently.

At this moment, the air seemed to have turned into an entity, making breathing a little heavier.

"Fenghuazi, in fact, I often hear Wuhuazi's voice in my mind. I think maybe I can save her, but only if you can liberate my power and magic."

"Husband, this can't be done, it is absolutely impossible for a concubine to make you gain power again. People with power will involuntarily become arrogant. You think your power can change the world, but in the end, apart from scaring you all over, there is nothing you can do. Any meaning." Xinchuan Fenghuazi's slender jade hand tightly clasped Li Zijin's fingers, "So the concubine will never give back her power to you, even if Her Royal Highness Yinyue is not here, the concubine will also be the husband's lord. Protector, to ensure the safety of Lord Husband, I don't need Lord Husband to worry about my sister's affairs, there will always be a way."

"Is it really?"

Li Zijin looked at Xinchuan Wuhuazi's red and black ancient robe that resembled the Ten Temple Yama, and looked more and more evil.

Demons are far more powerful than human beings, and demons are nourished by human suffering.

Once the ice cubes are broken, Maikako, who has transformed into a demon, will start a massacre in the deep palace.

When Li Zijin expressed his thoughts, Xinchuan Fenghuazi shook his head and denied it.

"Impossible, husband, no matter how powerful the demon power in Sister Wuhuazi's body is, it is absolutely impossible to break free from this layer of ice."

Looking at Wu Huazi's delicate face with slightly sad eyes, Li Zijin only felt regret.

"I'm sorry, Miss Maiko, I can't save you from my current situation."

Leaving the room and looking back, Li Zijin felt that Wu Huazi's symptoms seemed to have become more serious.

If you continue to let it go, it may lead to an irreversible mistake.

In the yard, Aishwana danced alone in the garden, the electric current beside her sizzling like a rattlesnake spitting out snake letters.

In her palm, is a long spear transformed from lightning. Every movement of her is very similar to Li Zijin's past movements. The only difference is that Li Zijin's marksmanship looks full of domineering and masculine momentum. And Aishwana's guns are like a charming and dangerous dance.

The brown cat's ears were slightly raised, and he noticed that Li Zijin was looking at her, and the spear in his hand was even more invisible. Every move is prudent.

The catgirl dancer is perfect with a spear.

However, Li Zijin suddenly came to Aishwana, not just to watch her dance. Now that Ya Yinyue left, Li Zijin hoped that he could use words to turn against Aishwana. If Ken takes himself out of this birdcage, then many problems will be solved.

And as far as Li Zijin knows, Aishwana is still worried about her hometown to this day.

The slaves purchased in Sri Lanka before have been treated well by Aishwana, and Aishwana often inquired about the information about her hometown in private.

She will be happy for the victory of the International Column, and she will also be angry at the atrocities of the North Sea Parliament. Incarnated as a succubus, she is still a flesh and blood girl, not a demon defeated by pure desire.

"Zijin, you can finally accompany me today. Did my gun dance look good?"

After the show, Aishwana trotted to Li Zijin.

"It's beautiful, Aishwana."

Li Zijin's expression was a little sad.

In the past, all the abilities that Aishwana showed were supposed to be Li Zijin herself.

However, everything was absorbed by the succubus, and nothing was left.

Knowledge, magic, martial arts and even memory, from a certain point of view, Aishwana is the person who knows Li Zijin best.

"Aishwana, you seem to be in a good mood."

"Because Zijin is by my side," Aishwana smiled charmingly, "I can be with Zijin every day during this time, and I can be very satisfied at night. This kind of life is really great."

"Actually, is it also related to the recent situation in the Kingdom of Sri Lanka?"

Li Zijin asked suddenly.

"It has nothing to do with the situation in Sri Lanka, Zijin, I don't care about that country for a long time. For me, that country is like a ghost that binds me. Only with Zijin is the happiest thing. "

A succubus is also a type of demon. She obtains power in unexplainable ways, but at the same time, like a demon, it can also draw power from the negative emotions of human beings.

These days, Li Zijin's yearning for freedom and his distress about the status quo have become the ladder for Aishwana's strength to progress.

Now Aishwana's strength is on par with Xinchuan Fenghuazi.

"Aishwana, I heard that there are still many problems in the Kingdom of Sri Lanka, do you really not care at all?"

"Is it important to me? I no longer have feelings for the motherland. I just want to be with Zijin forever."

Aishwana opened her wheat-colored arms, making Li Zijin unable to break free.

She rubbed against Li Zijin's body coquettishly, making her whole body itchy. Although she had been on WeChat, her green eyes became a little sad.

Because not long ago, there was a horrific massacre in Sri Lanka. As a fugitive princess, how could Aishwana not bear it?

Aishwana is not a pure shackle, if she is willing to let go of her control, then Maiko may be saved.

Chapter 103 Diga's Death

Gurangit in Sri Lanka is the hometown of Kutak, and it is also the base of the international column in the entire Sri Lanka region.

Not long ago, Tom communicated with Li Zijin, the leader of the column. At that time, Li Zijin provided Tom with the new weapon design drawings and the drawings of the factory assembly line. When the international column was about to consider disbanding the funds for the Fire War, the international column did not know where to start. Received a huge sum of money from unknown sources.

Because of this, the current situation of the international column is very good. Unlike when they first entered the country, the dry and hot climate is no longer so scary, the smell of cow dung on the streets is no longer so pungent, and they are no longer isolated. Without help, many resistance groups have recently risen up and declared their willingness to obey the unified command of the international column.

In this regard, the scattered sand became a large-scale army under the command of the international column, of which the Sri Lankan ethnic group accounted for the majority of the number of the international column.

"I've never seen such a powerful weapon, it's amazing!"

Kutak's father, Tiga Chandrabose, was holding a scorpion-type submachine gun just made from the factory. The speed of fire was extremely fast, and he could shoot the stake man into a sieve in a very short time. .

The outdated flintlock guns are still being used in the troops of the Shengluer Kingdom and the North Sea Council.

In contrast, the firepower advantage of the international column is particularly obvious, but in order not to become a thorn in the side of the colonial army, the international column has always maintained a relatively low-key posture.

They hope to wait for about half a year or even a year later, when the weapons and numbers can become a crushing trend, before launching an attack.

"Uncle Tiga, how did you reply to your son before?"

Tom walked into Tiga and asked.

"I didn't reply to him," Tiga, who was wearing a white robe and stroking a beard, smiled, "Although I prefer that Kutak can study at ease and stay at Stigma Academy, Kutak's child is with me. Stubbornness is exactly the same, he will come back if he wants, and what he learns in war is often more useful than the theoretical knowledge learned in academy."

Now, the column members have gotten the news.

As a prince and aristocrat, Tiga has a son who is studying at Stigma Academy. Through correspondence, Kutak also established an international column organization in Stigma Academy, and absorbed many senior talents from Stigma Academy.

Now they are on a ship to Sri Lanka, ready to assist the international column in the war of recovery.

"It's a great relief for me that Kutak can become my son." Tiga smiled, "Tom, you came to me at this time, what's the urgency?"

"Not long ago, the North Sea Parliamentary Nation launched another horrific massacre in their territory. I want to lead a small force to raid their headquarters and sanction the commander who launched the massacre."

"Well, those wicked people who have committed heinous crimes in our land, in the name of their ancestors, must not be allowed to leave Sri Lanka alive."

Tiga nodded in agreement. As aristocrats in Sri Lanka, most of them have a detached Buddhist temperament, but these days, Tiga has also changed.

Especially when he learned how cruelly his compatriots were being oppressed and treated, the man who had always been devout and religious broke into foul language.

"Uncle Tiga, you have to be careful." Tom said, "You have been targeted by assassins from the military of the Shengluer Kingdom and the military of the North Sea Parliament. Please pay more attention to the people around you these days. , why don't you apply for asylum in the Eastern Continent Empire..."

However, halfway through his words, Tom shut up.

Because he saw that Tiga's eyes were those of a soldier.

"If I were not the prince of Sri Lanka, I would really like to join your team and fight alongside you, sometimes I really don't know why people with cat ears are more noble than people with human ears, and I don't know that people Why do you call me lord and not friend when you see me? I often think of when I was young, a servant boy went with me to catch fish in the pond, bathed in the holy river together, we laughed together, and stayed So many memories, until one day he suddenly called me lord, and then I knew I had lost another friend."

Diga took a sip of milk tea and said:

"We Sri Lankans have been kneeling for too long, but these days, I am heartened to see that so many young people are still willing to choose to join your team."

"You are an enlightened adult."

"No, I'm just the one who has seen too many things. In fact, in the war of recovery in Sri Lanka, the best outcome is not for us princes and nobles to drive away the colonial army of the Shengluer Kingdom and the North Sea Parliament, but for the Sri Lankan people to drive away. They, after the war, will be built by those humble and great people." Tiga closed his eyes and said, "At that time, the princes who died for glory can also withdraw from the stage of history."

"Uncle Tiga, please show a way for this confused country."

During this time, Tom found himself in love with Sri Lanka and the people who live and dance in this land.

Even though the environment here is harsh, the food is "clean and hygienic", and the gap between the rich and the poor is huge, he feels that he should stay here and help this weather-beaten country change itself, so that Sri Lanka's rich religious culture once again shines brightly.

They lack a top-to-bottom nirvana.

And this war may be an opportunity for them to change themselves and reflect on themselves.

At that time, Tiga will continue to shine as an elder who helps the country change.

"I'm leaving, take care."

"Well, let's go."

Tom said goodbye to Tiga.

These days, without the help of Tiga Chandrabose, the international column would be in a desperate situation.

Obviously not that kind of extremely wealthy family, but Diga has almost given the international column great help, even to the point of selling the property.